I have a problem, this is true.
For whatever reason I find no problem in sleeping with you.
I barely remember your name.
I can hardly tell the time.
Except none of these things matter once your lips meet me.
Are you ready to meet my body?
I can never give you my mind.
It's so far behind, lost in the haze.
Confused on exactly why I keep finding myself doing this.
I have no interest in you what so ever.
My boy is sitting at home thinking I'm faithful.
I know that I love him but for reasons unknown I find myself filled by any but him.
If I could stop the urge I would and give my all to him.
But maybe ... just maybe, I'm waiting for you to show me the things I crave.
